[Blue. Something in him feels like a shard of ice, and even he can't quite tell if it's alarm or the beginning of critical information truly about to unfold. Both, maybe.]

Just wondering if there was any kind of connection. You know, me being here, you being elsewhere — wouldn't it be a logical correlation that maybe the world you visited could've been somehow related to my own? Might've been my own? Like there's a shared doorway we've passed through. Why, I'm pretty sure I know of a town that's supposedly infamous for its blue flowers.

[Casual shrug.]

Then again, that doesn't make sense, does it? Because then you would've recognized the name Saxea, and said something before now, right?